Anti-Hero

Author Note: I’ve spent a bit of time reading ‘popular’ stories on this site from the last approx. 15 years. Wow, how tastes have changed. Having said that, this story was conceived in the vein of so many of those stories and I hope that isn’t lost when you read it. I was going to submit it in two parts since it’s so long, but then figured it better this way.

As always thank you for taking the time to read my work and I appreciate all the positive feedback you send my way.

Prologue

Here I am, sitting in the swanky hotel bar of the Ritz Carlton, staring at my drink with Rhonda McKinnon, my neighbour and running partner sitting next to me. Why am I sitting here you ask? Good question and to keep the long story short I’ll say my soon to be ex-wife. Yep, that’s right, my wife of about five years, Sandra had up and left me for another man, who is a university professor named Simon Tangibar. He’s pushing fifty and somewhat of a silver fox, but then again, I don’t really have a taste for men so, I could be wrong there. Sandra is twenty-seven, cute as a button, slender and has long dark red hair. Perhaps that should have been the ‘red-flag’ when I first met her, but she was lovely and attentive until that fateful day. Now for some context, I’m only twenty-eight years old and I guess you could say I’ve got my life ahead of me, but two months after that fateful day Sandra told me, Ronald James Mason, she was leaving, it still stings.

What makes it worse is that she never really told me why. Just that this guy’s wife was dead and she had fallen for him. Well, as you might have guessed, that’s not quite true.

I don’t think I’m an ugly guy, but I know I’m not some Hollywood hunk either. Sure, I’m tall, six feet three inches, fairly fit and when I say that, I mean I run, but I don’t have the six pack and ripped physique of so many of these god-like men you always hear about. I’m just your average guy, with a good paying job and a full head of dark brown hair. I’ve been told I look cute, well, Rhonda tells me that, but then again, she’s one of my best friends and would tell me anything.

Anyway, getting back to why I’m here. You see, by chance I discovered that Simon’s wife is alive and well and right now she has just entered the hotel bar. She’s quite the looker. Short, maybe a little over five feet tall, shoulder length brown hair, a pixie like face and a body that is well looked after. The dress she is wearing accentuating her amazing physique and shows off some fine legs. Simon must have been a real dead-shit to let her get away.

“Good luck,” Rhonda said standing up next to me and kissing my cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yep, thanks Ronnie,” I said clutching her hand and seeing her give me a smile before exiting the bar.

The awkward smile Simon’s wife gave me when she approached was quite charming. The petite brunette was actually quite stunning up close and I had to wonder why Simon felt the need to cheat on her with my wife. I guess I was about to find out.

“Hi,” Lucy said with a sweet tone.

Straight away I felt like this woman could be a heart-breaker.

“Hi, Lucy, thanks for coming,” I said offering for her to sit at the table I was at. She smiled and sat eloquently as we looked at each other in the quiet corner of the bar.

“That’s okay… I figured when you said there was more to do with Simon, I had better come,” Lucy said trying to be stoic while her face told me she was struggling.

“I’m sorry. I just… well, I’m at a loss as to why I was told so many lies. You see, my wife left me for your husband,” I said putting it straight out there. She flinched slightly but remained composed. “She simply told me Simon lost his wife and she was going to comfort him. Colour me surprised when I discover you’re alive and well…”

It took a few moments before she took a deep breath and spoke. I could tell she was on the verge of either crying or flaming up with anger.

“That bastard, shit,” Lucy said which I found interesting. I know it sounds stupid, but seeing this petite woman swear was the definition of hypocrisy. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly and her whole body language said ‘good, nice girl’ but the words were devilish. She took another breath. “I saw the photos and I will say that I’m upset.”

That’s an understatement.

“So am I, but that isn’t why I called you to meet,” I said now taking my own deep breath. “I just wanted to try and figure out why she did it. Sandra made some comment that she owed him or owned or something.”

The look when her eyes went wide stopped me speaking immediately. Then she deflated. I was about to ask something when she spoke, her eyes torn with emotion.

“He owns her,” Lucy said softly. When she said the words, it sounded like it made more sense. “Son of a bitch.”

“What?”

I think my look of surprise shocked her.

“My husband likes to play the dominant role in the bedroom. I’ve only dabbled with him, you know… it’s not really my thing. Sure, there are things I like but, to be his submissive, no. We are equals. It sounds like he found himself someone else,” Lucy replied letting out a sigh. “Can I ask, does your wife take the lead in the bedroom?”

It was an odd question but one I felt compelled to answer, if I got more answers myself.

“No, not usually,” I said with a shrug. “I mean there were never any complaints from her. Sure, we’d talk, discuss things, but she always seemed satisfied at the end. Why?”

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” Lucy said getting angrier before she looked at me and composed herself somewhat. “I’m under the impression your wife is his submissive slave. Simon always had fantasies about having a submissive. Like I said, not me. Not my thing. How long has she known him?”

Sandra and I met when she was still in college. She was twenty, and at a party I was at. We hit it off but nothing serious until she finished college. Then we got married and well, now here we are.

“She went to the same college your husband works at, she studied business admin,” I said which made Lucy closer her eyes for a moment and shake her head. That’s when I knew. “He teaches some of the subjects, right?”

She nodded.

“Yes.”

She was as quiet as a mouse in that moment.

“Now it makes sense as to why she wouldn’t get serious with me until the end of college,” I said feeling the rage boil inside of me. This was just getting better and better. The strange thing though, half of my revenge plan just went out the window. This had been going on too long and it didn’t matter what I did now, it wouldn’t work.

“Yeah, so… what do you want to do?” Lucy asked staring into my eyes. There was something there that I couldn’t quite make out yet.

“Oh, we’ve gone the divorce route. Have to wait so many days before we can start that… you know, legal separation first and all that shit,” I replied sipping my drink. “What about you?”

“Want to get a room?” Lucy asked firmly. Her eyes never left mine.

I wasn’t expecting that.

“Really?”

“I’m thirty-eight years old. I’ve been replaced by a younger slut, what do you think?” Lucy asked firmly. She never raised her voice but just kept it even and conversation-like.

We stared at each other for ages and I finally broke the silence. I can’t tell you why but it was neither uncomfortable or anxious, it was just calm and pleasant. Which was odd given how I was feeling earlier. I definitely wasn’t expecting this.

“You want sensual love making or plain old fucking or blow-your-back-out good times?” I replied seeing the corner of her lips curl upwards.

“Yes.”

With our eyes still trained on one another, I stood, she stood and I followed her out of the bar and to the front desk of the hotel. We booked a room and headed on up. I discovered she liked to say dirty things and that she was quite lady-like throughout it all, even with that filthy mouth of hers. Lucy was a magnificent lover and she complimented me on my skills throughout. We finally got to sleep at three in the morning after a lot of talking between sessions and we left on good terms the next morning.

Did I get all the answers I was looking for? No. Did we keep in touch after that? Only for a few weeks and then Lucy disappeared. She said she needed time to sort out her life. I was fine with that, because so did I. But the whole mess over the couple of months since Sandra separated from me, left me feeling empty. And with that, I went looking for answers.

Chapter 1

Three years. Yep, that’s how long it’s been since I saw Lucy Tangibar. My divorce went through, I kept the house and paid little money to my ex-wife given we had only been married a comparatively short time. I’m still running with Rhonda since she lives next door to me and we head out most mornings. I used to spend time with my other best friend, Eamon Sullivan but he is now engaged to a wonderful lady so his time is precious. I got a feeling she didn’t like me very much but they never said anything. Probably why I didn’t see them too much nowadays.

Now I must make it clear. I’m not some hero, and in fact I’m anything but, given I went through a rather self-destructive period, for about a year, after Lucy. You see, I got into some singles websites, lined up a bunch of dates and then got involved in some things I’d rather forget. I somehow got involved in a gang bang and two orgies. That second orgy had over twenty-five people and after sampling every female at the ‘party,’ amongst other things, it made me wake up and realise just how stupid I had been. But that is another story completely, so I will spare you the details, and just so you know I feel lucky to have been given a clean bill of health.

I ended up meeting a lovely woman named Gabriella Torres who was a personal assistant for some big-wig. That only lasted a couple of months though. She was lovely and had a very open mind and free spirit when it came to relationships. In the end she confessed she was in love with her boss, Mark Jacobs and I’ve since heard she is pregnant with his child. That was alright, I mean, I wasn’t looking for anything serious anyway, but still, having slept with women of all different shapes, colours and sizes, I still ended up alone.

Let me make this clear to all those people out there that think it’s only the hot women who play the field. I can tell you now that is completely untrue, having had several average women that thought their shit didn’t stink. The last one was a cute little chubby woman, who informed me after our fifth time together that she was getting married soon and wanted to walk down the aisle with me leaking out of her. She never made it aware she was engaged or seeing someone, she told me from the start she was single. From the simple shock of her admission, I think I shot her off my cock and straight out the door when she admitted that mid coitus. Nope, not doing it, not breaking up someone else’s marriage. No way! Not happening! So, what was I to do?

It was Rhonda who suggested I get some friends with benefits and introduced me to a lovely lady, Harriet, who was a lawyer. I should mention that Rhonda told me she had three guys on the go at the time, so I figured why not and had a go. Harriet and I only tried it twice before she said I was too young for her. I mean, she was gorgeous and pushing fifty so I said I understood and it did give me a confidence boost. So, I again, hit the internet, joined up to some singles sites that specialised in that sort of thing and ended up with, after a few tryouts, a lovely woman, around the same age as me, named Angela Peterson. She was a lovely looking lawyer and worked for the same firm that Harriet did. I also found out Harriet put in a good word for me.

Angela was clear up front she was no good at relationships, having been divorced three times and she was only thirty-one! She said that she liked me and having a good-looking guy, who was discreet, was exactly what she wanted and needed. She was also okay with me seeing other people, and I was the same with her, but she said that wasn’t necessary as she had done a lot of experimenting already. As long as she could fuck three times a week, she was golden. While that wasn’t the strict rule when we first started seeing each other, it morphed into that when we got better acquainted. Perhaps it was the fact I was fucking her harder at times, doing things with her that she always wanted to try that changed her mind. She seemed more eager after coming back from conferences and having hooked up with other lawyers. Like I said though, that doesn’t happen really anymore, but I digress.

We started our relationship nearly two years ago and, in that time, I’ve had couple of other special friends but none of them lasting longer than a few months. Mostly because they then found their knights in shining armour and left. See a pattern here, somewhere along the way I had become a short-term thing, unless you count Angela that is or Rhonda if you consider a non-sexual relationship with a woman in the same vein.

Being anything but marriage material led me to an unusual hook-up and she was a lovely woman from faraway lands. Now you may ask why is it that I’m staring at the back of a lovely Chinese woman as she gets dressed and I’m telling you this? Oh, I forgot to mention, Mei Ling was someone I chatted to online for a long while after my last friend with benefits, Molly, ditched me for ‘Mr Right’. Mei Ling was a millionaire business woman from China, desperate for a child and didn’t like any of the men in her home country. When we finally agreed to it all, sorted out all the details, she made it happen.

I know what you are thinking, but hell, with my outlook I wasn’t having kids anytime soon and I wasn’t even sure I wanted them. Mei Ling was clear that she didn’t want the father in the child’s life and well, I guess I sort of went along with it. How many times can you actually say you could knock someone up without consequences. See, I told you, I’m no hero. It took months, but Mei Ling finally flew over for a week and we made the most of it. Little did I know, this little rich business woman would change my life.

Mei Ling was getting dressed and I moved up next to her, to give her a hug. I know, we weren’t supposed to get attached since it was only about making a baby, but we had gotten close over the week.

“I know we agreed to one week only, but,” I said but she turned and put her finger to my lips.

“No, don’t say it, please,” Mei Ling said with a pleading tone. Her English was very good given her international business had a lot to do with English speaking countries.

“Not what you expected?” I asked looking at her as she shook her head.

“We agreed to only make baby, that’s all,” Mei Ling replied putting her shoes on. “Now I must go. Thank you again Ronny. I will never forget this.”

“Me either,” I said pulling on some shorts and helping her collect her things before heading to the front door. She didn’t even want me to see her off, given this was only a transaction in her eyes. But I knew we had connected on a different level. Hell, I was finding it hard to see her go after the week together. I mean, all we did was sleep together as often as possible and didn’t even do anything else but eat when we could. She went around the city while I was at work for a couple of those days. It wasn’t like we were besotted with each other or anything, it was just what she wanted. Now it was hard to go, but she had to get back home.

“Good bye, Ronny. I will be eternally grateful,” Mei Ling said reaching up to kiss my cheek.

“If it doesn’t work out, let me know. The pregnancy thing,” I said which made her smile. I think she understood what I meant.

“Maybe you fly to me next time?” Mei Ling said before opening the door. She was still smiling as she walked out and out of my life.

Fuck, what had my life come to? The most meaningful relationship I had was with Rhonda who I was about to go for a run with, in half an hour, and Eamon was still my best mate but I saw him once a month if I was lucky. Angela was lovely and in all the time we had been sleeping together had only stayed overnight twice. That was usually because she was so horny, we would sleep, wake up, go again, fall asleep and then finish off one last time in the morning before she left.

I showered and got changed into my running gear ready to go when Rhonda came in the front door. Yeah, I gave her a key and she gave me one of hers, just in case.

“Ready to go?” Rhonda asked as lovely as she always did.

I should mention, Rhonda was my age and the physical education teacher at a private school locally. She was nearly six feet tall, a slender figure with a large bust she kept strapped down by those ingenious sports bras, has lovely long legs that go up to a lovely butt, and long blonde hair that she always kept in a ponytail. Again, most people are thinking she’s a goddess by my description, but no, she’s just plain old Rhonda. Not to sound mean, but it’s hard to describe someone you care about accurately and give the full picture. I mean we got on well, I think she’s gorgeous but she has always told me it wouldn’t happen and that she was fine with her existing friends-with-benefits. Not that I ever hit on her, it was just something she said when she told me to find my own fuck buddies.

Also, Rhonda had been in a bad breakup years before and was called a lot of ugly names. Her confidence took a hit, especially when other men didn’t want to date her, other than a one-night stand type arrangement. She’s better than that, and hopefully she knows it.

“Yep, Mei Ling just left so I need to run off some… stuff,” I replied which made Rhonda nod. She understood what I meant.

“That good huh?” Rhonda asked as we walked out of my house and set off on our daily run. We had two different routes, which were either short or long. One would take us half an hour while the other just over an hour. I can’t tell you the distance, just know it was a long way. Yep, I know, details man.

I just shook my head and shrugged before answering.

“I don’t know. I mean, what am I doing? I’m thirty-one years old, single. Have nothing to show for it. I’m not super happy, and I’m not super sad, but I feel like I’m missing something. You know?” I replied looking at her when she nodded.

I have to point out, sometimes when you’re running it’s hard to talk and breath at the same time, but thankfully she slowed to a jog so we could converse easier.

“Sounds like you’re over your ex… maybe it’s time to start dating again? For real, find someone to share your life with,” Rhonda said looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.

I don’t know why but hearing her say it, that I was over my ex, shifted something inside of me.

“I don’t know, maybe. Too bad you’re not available,” I said giving her a smirk which made her shake her head at me.

“Who said I’m not available?”

“Ah, you did,” I replied causing us both to laugh.

“You don’t want me. Trust me, I’m no good. No, I think you need someone else,” Rhonda said with a smile. The last time she smiled like that, I headed into the world of fuck buddies. She set me right that time, perhaps it was the same this time.

“Oh well, that’s too bad. I always thought you had a nice ass,” I said which made her push me off the track. I looked back at her and could see she was trying to lighten my mood. She was always good at that and I’d like to think I did the same for her. Shit, we spent enough time together to know we got along great.

I moved back beside her and shook my head.

“Hey, my eyes are up here buddy,” Rhonda said making me look down at her chest and the up at her smiling face. Shit, busted.

“I know, so?” I said with a chuckle. “Would you look away from the eighth wonder of the world?”

She went to speak but stopped when she had nothing to say. Yep, got her.

“Cut it out,” Rhonda said with that tone. You know the tone, the one that is playful but serious. “Anyway, give it some thought. I’m sure it’s time.”

And that’s what I did, for two days straight.

Chapter 2

Angela and I usually have a standard routine for hooking up but that could change depending on work or desire. I guess that was why Angela hit me up for a visit and it was only Monday night. Usually, she would come around from Tuesday onwards given she would get more stressed out as the week went on. I guess she had a stressful day and needed a release. That or she was just plain horny. Either way I wasn’t about to complain.

Rhonda and I had just finished dinner, which was usual for us a few times a week. Remember how I said we got along well? That included going to each other’s house for dinner a few times a week, so that neither of us were alone and well, I guess so we didn’t always have to cook each night. To be clear this only started a couple of years ago. It was nowhere this frequent when I was married or for the year after the event.

“That was lovely,” I said putting the last dish into the dishwasher while Rhonda wiped down the table.

“It was, wasn’t it. You’ll make a woman very happy one day,” Rhonda said with that laugh that I knew all too well as playful ribbing.

“Yeah, and if I could just train you to leave the toilet seat up, you’d make some guy very happy also,” I said causing her to poke her tongue out at me before we laughed.

Rhonda came into the kitchen and put the cloth into the sink for me to rinse.

“Thanks for dinner. I’d better scoot, got Tony coming around,” Rhonda said kissing my lips as we always did nowadays when saying goodbye.

“Have fun,” I said with a nod and a smile as she turned back and grinned at me. Oh yes, she was going to have fun alright. Tony was a good guy who was in the same boat as us. He had two failed marriages, was in his early fifties and not looking to ever settle down again. Too bad, he was a likeable guy and I think he could make someone very happy.

I walked to the front door behind Rhonda and when she opened it, Angela was almost at the door with a folder in her hands and her handbag over one arm.

“Hi Angie!” Rhonda said hugging and kissing the lovely blonde.

“Hey Ronnie,” Angela said happily.

I was thankful the two women got on so well. Not that it mattered in the scheme of things, but in some perverse way it was nice they were friendly to each other. There didn’t seem to be any rivalry.

“We didn’t have a big run today, so he should be well rested,” Rhonda said with a laugh causing Angela to laugh as well. I just shook my head as Rhonda waved and disappeared.

I held the door as Angela came in and put her bag down. As per our standard greeting, she kissed me and walked into the house, heading for the open plan kitchen, dining and lounge area. I closed the door and followed her in, watching as her hips swayed with each step.

Angela is tall coming up to my shoulders, had short, light brown hair that suited her harsh features, and a body that well… she hid well under her clothing. If you ever have that bigger-than-you-thought moment, that was Angela. Her breasts were so much bigger when she uncovered them that I was blown away each time. I started to grow fond of her little smile each time I ogled her naked body, the way her eyes sparkled each time and I couldn’t help myself. I mean the woman was more my style, kept fit but was not some supermodel that was impossibly thin or caricature curvaceous and that suited me just fine.

She put the folder down on the counter and immediately started unbuttoning her blouse.

“You just leave the office?” I asked looking at the folder and then her. She hesitated a moment before smiling and pulling her blouse out of her skirt.

“No, just something for us to discuss,” Angela replied warmly. “In the morning.”

That was a surprise, she was staying the night.

“Staying the night, huh?” I asked moving closer to her and helping her remove her blouse. God, I love it when her bra came into view. I don’t know why, but each time I saw the smooth skin of her chest and the way her round breasts were held firmly by her top, I just, I don’t know, got giddy.

Letting her blouse fall to the floor, she reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall also.

“Yes, is that alright?” Angela asked unhooking her bra and shucking it down her shoulders before putting on the countertop.

And there they were, her magnificent, round, full breasts. I swear if I didn’t know any better, I would have said boob job, but they were natural. Round, sitting high, and her nipples pointed forward. Yep, I stared and when I finally closed my mouth and swallowed, there was Angela smiling and beaming as I ogled her god given gifts. Not that the rest of her body was bad, I mean she was lovely, but I don’t know how to say it other than, her breasts were magical.

“More than alright,” I said before she quickly pushed her bikini briefs down and kicked it away. She was never one to procrastinate. “You know I love having breakfast with you.”

Angela moved in and kissed me, working my belt and then undoing my pants and helping me out of them. This was our usual dance once we had settled on being fuck buddies. Angela would come in, strip off without a care in the world and then help me strip off before we just went at it.

“Good,” Angela said helping me take my shirt off and then throwing it away. “Me too.”

There we were naked with one another, and she kissed me again, more aggressive than normal and with more passion. We ended up on the sofa where she quickly straddled me and impaled herself on my raging hard-on. Moaning into my mouth as we reconnected. We spent the next few minutes like that as she slowly rode me, and I caressed her supple body. I love the few freckles she had all over her skin, tracing them sometimes with my fingers as we copulated.

Angela slowed and I tapped her hip gently giving her the cue. She rose, groaning as she pulled herself up off me and then she moved over to the sofa, bending over, and looking back at me as I came up behind her. I landed a curt slap across one of her cheeks and she bit her lip, gasping and then moaning her submission to me. I lined up and re-entered her, picking up a quick pace and giving her a vigorous fucking. Trying to suppress some squeals and screams, Angela started to sound like a woman possessed, her noises turning animalistic the harder I fucked her.

Even short hair wasn’t going to stop me. I grabbed a handful of her lovely hair causing her to gasp in surprise and push back into me forcibly. I could feel her getting even wetter which never ceased to surprise me.

“You like that don’t you?” I asked running a hand up the smooth, supple skin of her side and then slapping her ass once again.

“Oh, fuck yes I love it!” Angela replied with a scream.

“You’ve got such a cute asshole. It’s going to be a shame to bust it open with my cock,” I said pulling her hair that little bit harder as I thrusted hard into her. She groaned from deep within and slammed back into me with each thrust. “Leave it wrecked.”

“Oh god, fuck yes. Wreck me, break me, anything… just don’t stop fucking me!” Angela said with a sexy yet aggressive tone while we slammed together. As fast and roughly as I was fucking her, I stopped, ripping myself out of her causing her to let out a short, sharp moan before slumping forward momentarily.

I moved back towards the other sofa, waiting for her to turn and look at me. Once she found my eyes, I beckoned her to come to me which she did without question. I could see the wetness dripping between her legs and when her eyes darted down to my cock, her eyes widened and then settled as her breath rose and fell.

“Come here my darling,” I said holding my hand out to her.

Taking hold of my hand, I pulled Angela to me, kissing her passionately and causing her to melt into me, our bodies becoming one in that moment. I gently moved her around and sat her down on the sofa, pushing her back and then spreading her legs before I got down between them. Her eyes hungrily watched me as I lowered my mouth to her smouldering sex and began devouring her. Her breathing became ragged, and her body tensed during my ruminations. Her smooth sex was wonderful to touch, taste and look at, but then again, I’ve always found women’s bodies to be beautiful. Like I said, I’m no hero.

I didn’t want her to crash over the orgasmic cliff too soon and instead edged her, dragging out her arousal as I lapped at her smooth peach. I pulled back at one point and looked at her, her eyes half lidded and a soft smile on her lips before she opened her eyes fully and looked at me. It was a look of pure bliss. I kissed her inner thighs and licked the sensitive flesh before gently biting her. Angela’s purring emboldened me, and I went for it.

I bit her inner thigh, causing Angela to gasp and look down at me with fire in her eyes. I licked and then kissed my teeth marks before kissing her labia and looking up at her.

“That’s so you can remember this each time you see it,” I said causing her to go wide eyed and then smile sexily.

“Mmm, yes please,” Angela said dreamily before running her hand through my hair. “Maybe I should get something more permanent down there so it can remind me of you all the time…”

“Good girl,” I said causing her to smile sexily and bite her bottom lip.

Now that I knew I had her on the edge, it was time to push her over the proverbial cliff.

I sat down beside her on the sofa with Angela immediately climbing on and impaling herself on me. She rode me, holding onto my neck as we kissed and stared at each other. It was hot and heavy and when she began to buck, I pulled her up, to stand over my face. I attacked her wet pussy with gusto again, causing her to groan her approval and grind down into my face a bit. Angela squealed and then moved back, clutching my face in her hands before squatting over my lap and kissing me passionately.

“God, you taste good,” I said when she finally broke the kiss. Her nose crinkled when she smiled and then growled softly.

“I love you eating me… that you love eating me, it feels so wonderful,” Angela said breathlessly before licking my wet face all around my mouth. “Mmm, I do taste good, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do,” I said grabbing her hips and then positioning her so that my cock was at her entrance again and then gave her a slight nudge to sink down on me again. She moaned her approval before kissing me again.

I slapped her ass cheek once, causing Angela to squeal and then take an aggressive breath.

“Mmm, again,” Angela said still holding my face in her hands.

Without hesitation, I spanked her other cheek causing her to squeal happily again.

“You like that do you?” I asked gripping her ass cheeks firmly. She wiggled on top and then plunged down on me hard.

“Fuck yes, sir,” Angela replied before she started riding me again.

“Order in the court,” I said gripping her ass cheek and pulling them apart. I was being playful but I also knew what got her going. This was one of those things.

“Mmm, god, yes judge!” Angela said getting a little wilder.

It was aggressive and forceful, pumping up and down like a woman possessed. It didn’t take long, before she was shuddering and shaking as her orgasm approached. She ground down on me, onto my pelvis and then she went rigid, before moaning loudly and shuddering as her orgasm exploded through her body. I felt her vaginal walls contracting around me, and as she slowly rode up and down through her own orgasm, mine suddenly took hold.

I gripped her hips and pulled her down as I exploded inside her. Angela smiled and bit my lip as I blasted off into space. It was intense and took my breath away finally subsiding as my fuck buddy closed her eyes and savoured the moment. We didn’t move, Angela’s arms wrapped around my shoulders with her face nuzzled in my neck as we came down from our high peaks. We were sweating profusely, and it just felt so good to have skin on skin contact for that moment. Finally, she kissed my neck and slowly pulled back, staring at me.

“How about I wash you, and then we can move to the bed?” I asked stroking her back softly. She purred at that moment.

“I’d love that,” Angela replied kissing me softly.

“Good, because I feel like eating your ass too,” I said which caused her to sprout a wicked grin.

“Well then, I’m glad I’m staying the night,” Angela said with a giggle as I lifted her up in my arms and made our way to my bathroom. What can I say, women look hot when they’re wet.

Chapter 3

It was nice to wake up with someone beside me again, even if Angela was already running her hands over my body in anticipation of what was to come. We got up peacefully, threw on some clothes, me in shorts and a shirt, and her in one of my business shirts.

We ended up making breakfast together, chatting about nothing in particular, but I could see the folder from last night out of the corner of my eye. Angela didn’t seem to pay attention to it and then we cleaned up, hugged once more before I went and sat down ready to relax with her. I forgot about the folder for a moment. I looked over at the lovely woman walking around in that half-undone business shirt and saw her face change slightly. She picked up the folder and came over to me, sitting down next to me with the folder in her hands.

“Ah, the folder,” I said looking at her and seeing the slightest hint of doubt. Now I’ve known Angela a while and she was always very confident, so this was new.

“Yes, the folder,” Angela said with an awkward smile as she opened it. There was a little bit of paperwork inside, looking something like a contract from the quick glance I got. “How long have we known each other?”

“About two years,” I replied. “Give or take…”

“And in that time, have I ever asked you for anything?” Angela asked politely but I could tell she was being professional. “Other than sex… I mean.”

“Not really. I think I’ve gone to a few business commerce dinners with you… why? Is everything alright?” I replied seeing that moment of doubt again.

“Yes, but… you know my history. You know why we work so well together,” Angela said letting out a sigh. I could tell for once she was trying to find the right words. “I’ve got this problem… well, issue, look… I’m not getting any younger and well… I was wondering if I could ask a favour?”

“Of course. You and I have always been honest with each other. You know we can talk about anything,” I said looking at her. There was definitely something in her eyes and I was intrigued to find out what.

Taking a deep breath, Angela moved the folder around to show me the paperwork.

“You’re a great guy, smart, healthy and have good features and qualities. All the things we’ve spoken about before. So, with that in mind…. Would you be my sperm donor?” Angela asked and for that brief moment after she said the words, I could see a flash of fear shoot through her eyes before she settled again. No wonder she was a good lawyer.

I must admit it took a few moments for the words to register in my brain. I was going to say something eloquent back when instead I croaked out,

“What?”

“I don’t want a relationship, neither of us do… I just hoped to use your sperm so I can have a baby. I’ve put it all together in this contract so that we’re both protected and there are no ramifications for you,” Angela said as if rattling off legal mumbo jumbo to some client. I simply looked at her before putting my hand on top of hers. It stopped her cold.

“You want to have a baby?” I asked looking at her. The fear was back in her eyes. “With me?”

“Yes. Is that okay?” Angela replied hesitantly. “I’ll do all the raising and everything. Like I said, I would like your sperm.”

“And what if I want to be in the child’s life?” I asked which was like I had slapped her in the face with the way she recoiled. It took her a few moments to respond.

“I never considered that. I mean, I didn’t think you’d want to and, I was just thinking of myself. I ah… do you want to be?” Angela replied politely. It was obvious this was uncharted ground.

I honestly wasn’t sure, but like always, I had to be clear and upfront.

“I’m not sure. I mean, I, well… can I think about the request a bit? It’s a lot to get my head around,” I asked knowing full well how stupid I sounded after Mei Ling. Not that Angela knew about that, or did she? Even then with Mei Ling, it took a lot of convincing and planning. It was obvious with the contract that Angela had already done a lot of the leg work.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Please, take all the time you need,” Angela said in a tone that I knew wasn’t her usual confident one. I took her hand in mind and pulled her to my lap.

“Angie, I just want to think through it. I am honoured you would think about me in this way, I just want a little time to be sure. Is that okay?” I asked looking up into her eyes. After a moment she smiled at me, and her confidence returned. “If we did this, we need to talk about how it would affect our relationship, you know… all that too.”

“It won’t. It’s just a little speed bump along the way, that’s all,” Angela said with a little smile. I ran my hand up her leg and found her tummy. She stiffened a little before opening her legs wider and turning more towards me.

“Okay, let me think about it for a few days. And in the meantime, do you still want to catch up, like normal?” I asked unsure if she would want that.

“Of course, we still have needs,” Angela replied before kissing me passionately.

Okay, I couldn’t help it. My cock started to respond. Yep, no hero here.

“I think we’re both about to be late for work,” I said as Angela let the shirt slip off her shoulders and then got up, bending forward over the back of the couch.

“I hope so,” Angela said before I moved over to her. The look in her eyes told me we might not get there until lunch.

I guess we were about to find out.

Chapter 4

Okay, yes, I was late for work that morning. Luckily, I wasn’t late to work the next couple of days. But do you know what happened? Because I was late that day, I missed a meeting to do with the marketing of one of our products which meant that one of the marketing managers, Jennifer Lee, had to come and fill me in. No, not that way. We had to go back and forth, and I thought we had it covered but she showed up one afternoon at my office door. Now I should mention that Jennifer and I do know each other, well enough that she knew of my divorce, but we are friendly around the office, and we are always polite to each other. Like any working relationship, I guess.

Jen is a couple of years younger than me, half Japanese, half American and all around stunning. That straight, jet black hair is something else when is shines in the light. Not to mention she is this slight and slender woman that draws the eyes of most of the men that see her. So, yes, way out of my league. But I never looked at her that way because I knew she was out of my league, so I just spoke to her like she was one of the guys.

“Hey Jen,” I said as she came to my office.

“Hi Ronny, do you have a minute?” Jennifer asked politely.

“For you, sure… pull up a chair,” I replied motioning to the spare chairs on the other side of my desk. But she instead closed the door and stood by my desk. “Everything alright?”

Now she was kind of nervous. That made me nervous, given this woman could stand up in front of a crowd and give a speech as if it was second nature. For the record, public speaking is not my thing.

“Yeah, I was wondering,” Jennifer said taking a moment to calm herself. I just watched and waited. “Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

I think my look of surprise might have caused her to giggle. She covered her mouth with her hand and waited as I got myself together. I immediately thought back to my chat with Rhonda where she said it was probably time and how something inside me shifted. Perhaps it was time, and I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not that I had any idea where this was headed. It was just dinner.

“Umm, yeah, I’d love to,” I said which made her relax and smile more. “Friday or Saturday?”

“Saturday?” Jennifer asked ever so gently twisting from side to side with a playfulness.

“Perfect. Six o’clock?” I replied wondering what time to pick her up. “I’ll pick you up or you want to meet there?”

“Six is fine and you can pick me up. I’ll send you the address,” Jennifer said happily as she moved back to the door.

“Black tie or shorts and t-shirt?” I asked playfully before she giggled.

“Casual is fine,” Jennifer replied as she opened my office door. “Thanks Ronny.”

“You’re welcome,” I said before she looked at me one last time and left.

I don’t know what just happened but perhaps my life was starting to turn a corner. I wasn’t about to get my hopes up, but I was intrigued to see where this would go. Sure enough, Jennifer sent me her details via email, and I was on cloud nine when I left the office that night. I had to hit the shops to get some food and then I was going to meet Angela again. What? She requested a booty call.

Chapter 5

Everyone needs to eat and while I’m not Michelin star chef, I can cook and prefer not to eat frozen meals. I was scooting around my local supermarket, which was part of the huge mega shopping centre, when I saw someone I hadn’t seen in a while. Her eyes caught mine and with a lovely smile we strolled up to one another.

“Hi,” I said seeing Lucy Tangibar with a pram in front of her. I looked down at the little boy. “Hi.”

“Hi, Ron,” Lucy said sweetly. Just seeing her brought back that incredible night. It was wonderful that we parted on good terms. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too. How have you been?” I asked. She just seemed to glow and was so happy.

“Great. Just great. My life has only looked up since I saw you last,” Lucy replied looking down at her son.

“Who’s this?” I asked looking at the tired little boy in the pram. She smiled and avoided my eyes.

“This is little William,” Lucy replied proudly. She still avoided my eyes.

“Wow, he’s a cutie, takes after his father I guess,” I said when she shot me a look that somehow made me uneasy. “Sorry… how is Simon?”

“Um, what?” Lucy said trying to recover. Then I think she realised what I meant. “We’re divorced.”

“That a good thing?” I asked making sure it was, because inside I was ecstatic.

“God yes, that asshole,” Lucy replied with a laugh. I breathed a sigh of relief that she was happy about leaving that slime ball.

“Thank god,” I said with also laughing. She kept looking at me and I knew something was up. “What?”

“He’s yours,” Lucy said her face almost emotionless as she gauged my reaction. I saw fear and I tell you now, you could have knocked me down with a feather when she said that.

“M-m-mine?” I asked finally recovering enough to speak.

“That night, well… I wanted to get back at Simon… I’ve never been on birth control and… never really gave it a thought… well… it was a calculated risk, but worth it in the end,” Lucy replied happily.

“Wow, okay… ummm,” I said staring to worry a bit. What did it all mean?

“I never got the chance to thank you,” Lucy said happily. “He’s my world. He means everything to me, and it was all because of you.”

“I ah,” I said shocked at her admission and how truly happy she seemed. “That’s great. You’re welcome. Glad I could help, I guess.”

“Ronny, it’s okay. I’m not after anything. I got Simon to pay child support in the divorce,” Lucy said with a wicked grin. “He’s got no idea…”

“Seriously?” I asked feeling like part of me was cheering that her ex-asshole got some comeuppance.

“Yep, took him to the cleaners and I have you to thank for that,” Lucy replied happily. “He’s not the man I married that’s for sure. Never even questioned it.”

Then it hit me, and I couldn’t have been happier, but I wasn’t sure if she would be.

“Um, Lucy… is it okay if I stop in from time to time… I mean I know I’m not around, but I’d like to see him… play with him. Birthdays… you know, if it’s alright with you,” I asked which made her tear up. Shit, this woman was full of surprises. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Just forget I said anything.”

Lucy shook her head and clutched my forearm.

“No, it’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting that. Trust me when I say I’m not after anything, but if you want to be part of his life,” Lucy said wiping the tears away and smiling. “I’d really love that.”

“Okay, that’d be great. Thank you,” I said smiling. It was like a piece of the puzzle fell into place right in that moment.

Lucy and I exchanged contact details and agreed to work out things further, away from the shops and in private. As we parted ways, I started to think about Angela and her request. I sent her a message and asked her to meet me tomorrow night at home. I knew what I needed to do.

Chapter 6

I had let Rhonda choose which way we were going this morning and it seemed like we were going for the long run. Fine by me, but it seemed that she had something to ‘work out.’ I slowed us down a bit to let her know who I ran into the day before.

“You’ll never guess what happened last night,” I said as we rounded a corner.

“Alien abduction?” Rhonda asked playfully. That was our go-to answer when we had no clue for a question like that.

“Close,” I replied with a chuckle. “I ran into Lucy Tangibar in the grocery store.”

“Shit? Really?” Rhonda asked looking at me sideways. “Wow, what, three years?”

“Yep, three years,” I replied nodding. “She’s got a little boy with her.”

“Wow, she’s moves on quick,” Rhonda said but stopped when she saw me staring at her. “Is something wrong?”

“He’s mine,” I said which caused her to blank out for a minute and then laugh.

“I’m sorry, I thought you said the little boy was yours,” Rhonda said grinning before her smile disappeared.

“He is.”

We stopped running and she looked at me briefly as it all sank in.

“Holy shit,” Rhonda said softly as her face changed. I could see something was going on as her whole demeanour changed at that moment before she pulled it all back together.

“Well then,” Rhonda said bringing back a forced smile. “Good on you.”

“Ronnie,” I said taking her hand.

“It’s okay, really,” Rhonda said gulping. “Come on, let’s keep going.”

She took off before I could say anything, and it took me a bit to catch up to her again. But we let the silence hang a bit before I said anything else.

“I’m only telling you because I don’t know what else to do. I’ve asked Lucy if I can visit at times, but I don’t know. I was just hoping for some of your wisdom,” I said as we turned another corner on our route. “Should I be in the child’s life or leave him alone?”

“You need to do what feels right for you,” Rhonda said politely.

“Yeah, but then Angela comes to me and asks me to be a sperm donor. I mean, my whole world is changing rapidly,” I said with a sigh.

“She did?” Rhonda asked with a surprised look. “Shit, wow.”

“Gee, thanks,” I replied with a smirk. “Big help. I mean, do you think it’s a good idea? She says she would do all the child raising and I wouldn’t be on the hook or anything…”

“And?”

Christ, this wasn’t getting anywhere. Rhonda was always more in tune and thoughtful when we spoke, but this was different. It was like she was on a different planet for the moment. I just had to flat out ask her to get her on point.

“Do you think I should have a child with Angela?” I asked. It took a few moments before she seemingly shook the cobwebs free and returned to the Rhonda I was used to talking with.

“I can’t make that decision for you but does sound kind of cool. Best of both worlds. Kids without the hassle… I’d probably do it if I could,” Rhonda said with a laugh. “Every guy’s dream, right?”

I stopped running at that point. Rhonda noticed and stopped before coming back to me.

“That’s just it. There’s more to it than that. I mean, shit, I’m no amazing stand-up guy… but, shit, I don’t know. What if I want to be in the child’s life? What if the child is born with congenital defects or something,” I said suddenly feeling ill regarding Mei Ling. Fuck. I never thought of it in that way. What did I do?

What happened next took me by surprise. Rhonda pulled me into a hug and held me before kissing my cheek, and pulling back, holding me by my shoulders.

“That’s why you’re the right guy for the job. Angela isn’t stupid. She’s done her homework… why do you think she picked you? Because you’ve got all the qualities she wants in a guy, even if you two aren’t in a committed relationship. She knows you’ll be there for her,” Rhonda said which made perfect sense. Part of me had dread though, especially about Mei Ling. The thing was, I had no way of contacting Mei Ling, just as she had wanted.

“And what if I need someone?” I asked looking at Rhonda. Her eyes got a little blurry for a moment and I could tell that question caught her off guard. She wrestled with it before answering.

“Not that you’ll need me, but I’m always here for you,” Rhonda said touching my face reassuringly. It was the first time she had ever been so caring with me. If that is even the right word. What she said had weight and it made an impact. “Always.”

“Me too,” I said pulling her to me. She hugged me just that little bit tighter then, which made me wonder if something was going on for her. Not that she would tell me. She pulled back and looked away, letting me know it was time to move on. “What’s say we get back to running?”

“Good idea,” Rhonda said bouncing on the balls of her feet as if she was preparing for a race.

We set off on the rest of our run and went about things as though it was just another morning run in Shitsville. That’s where we lived. Only joking, the town was okay. We went about our morning like any other morning and didn’t speak of it again. Not that morning anyway.

Chapter 7

Blowing off steam on a Friday night with Angela was always a good way to finish the week. As per usual, she came in and stripped off but seemed to have a little bit more of a spring in her step. That or I was just looking for something that wasn’t there. We ate naked, which was something new and then over some wine, we started to get into it. It didn’t last long with our usual routine taking centre stage and her submitting to my ministrations.

We ended up in my bedroom, having used most of the furniture in the living room beforehand. I carried her there in my arms, putting her down gently as we recovered and slowly worked each other up again. I got the feeling there was more energy between us this time, finishing with a passionate flourish.

After that round of passionate sex, I looked down at Angela as she laid on my bed and

I leaned down to kiss just above her pubic bone. I loved that part of her, soft, smooth and so sexy even when she is sweaty all over. I then looked up at her, her eyes on me as I placed my hand on her lower abdomen.

“I think you’ll look stunning with a baby bump,” I said which immediately made Angela cover her mouth with her hand and tear up. I pulled her up as she cried and pulled her in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around me while she cried through her emotions.

I had never seen her do that, always so confident and firm. This was a new side that was actually quite pleasant to witness. Finally, she pulled back and looked at me.

“Really? Are you sure?” Angela asked her eyes pleading with me.

“Of course, I’d be honoured to be your donor,” I said with a smile. She beamed and hugged me some more, fresh happy tears falling on my shoulder.

“I was convinced I’d never be a mother,” Angela said finally calming down and sitting back.

“You’ll make a wonderful mother,” I said stroking her cheek.

“You think so?” Angela asked her eyes sparkling.

“Yeah, I do. Look how well you take care of me,” I replied with a cheeky grin. That made her giggle and fall down on the bed, her arms clutched to her chest as she gripped her hands through the giggles. Her breasts were smashed back against her, and she looked so beautiful in that moment.

She calmed, but still smiled and looked at me.

“Come here,” Angela said holding her arms out to me. “I’ll take really good care of you now.”

“Yeah?” I asked moving into her arms and half on top of her, my elbow still taking my weight as I looked down at her. She looked even more beautiful now than she ever had, with this glow about her. “Is that a promise?”

“Absolutely,” Angela replied pulling me down for a sumptuous kiss.

“You’re staying tonight, right?” I asked looking into her dreamy eyes.

“I wasn’t planning to, I don’t have any other clothes,” Angela replied her smile fading.

“So? You don’t need them,” I said which made her smile come back in full force. She kissed me again and I could tell she was about to say something we’d both said we’d not say. “I know… me too.”

It was just easier this way and she knew it.

“Thank you,” Angela said pulling me to her.

It was a different kind of sex that just seemed more personal. If that makes any sense whatsoever. She did stay over, and we made the most of the time we had together. The details we could work out later. I think Angela left on a cloud after another vigorous session in the morning. Hell, I needed to go back to bed after that one. She nearly killed me.

Chapter 8

You know I actually wasn’t nervous, more curious as to why Jennifer wanted to go out with me. I mean, a beautiful woman like her, going out with a guy like me, that’s once in a lifetime, right? I barely knocked on the door before she opened it and my god, even dressed casually she looked incredible. I got the feeling she was waiting for me to show up as it was just a bit too eager the way she opened the door.

“Hi,” I said kindly.

“Hi,” Jennifer said with a lovely smile. When she turned to grab her handbag, I took a quick look at her. She looked amazing in tight jeans and the white t-shirt, and I swear I could only make out her bra underneath. That’s right, either she was wearing the tiniest thong in the world, hot! Or she wasn’t wearing anything under her jeans. Fuck yes! “Ready to go?”

My eyes were back up at her eye level when she turned and asked me that.

“Of course. Got everything?” I asked acting like a concierge and motioning for my car that was outside her apartment building. She smiled and walked closely next to me as we headed out.

We made small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant and got comfortable with one another. You know, the usual, what the weather’s like, was it hard to find her place and when I told her the choice of restaurant she was pleased. We got seated, ordered and then the conversation started. When our meals arrived, it felt quite casual.

“You enjoy your job?” I asked as we went through the usual motions of getting to know one another before getting down to the nitty-gritty.

“I love it. I’m hoping for a promotion, so who knows,” Jennifer replied with a smile as we ate. “What about you? Do you enjoy your job?”

“I don’t mind it. It’s not bad and sometimes it’s good, but hey it’s a living. I get to meet interesting people, like you,” I said which made her blush and smile.

“Thank you, you’re interesting too,” Jennifer said happily.

We finished our meal and continued with our drinks as we spoke. I could tell she wanted to get more personal with me, but I wasn’t sure how to get there. Then I had an idea.

“I’m surprised you asked me out, can I ask why?” I asked looking at her. Her dark eyes were lovely and when she smiled, as she was doing right now, they lit up further.

“Of course,” Jennifer said taking a moment. “Well, it’s because you treat me like a normal human being, with respect and you’re never leering at me. You’re funny and nice. And you know… all the guys just see me as a piece of ass… so… I’m tired of that side of things. Just looking for someone genuine… does that make sense?”

“Yeah, you have no idea,” I said with a chuckle. “My life has been pretty much all over the place. I mean, it’s not fun and so far, no one has wanted anything more than a one-night stand from me really… I mean, never mind.”

“It’s okay, I think you and I are the same… please, tell me,” Jennifer said sweetly.

“I think you’re going to run away when I tell you, in fact, I’m sure of it,” I said hailing the waiter to pay the tab. “Cheque please.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ll probably scare you off with my own,” Jennifer said with a laugh.

She was very good and putting me at ease.

“Okay, well,” I said as the waiter handed me the cheque. I put my card on it and added a tip which he took back to process. “How about I tell you over ice cream?”

“Okay,” Jennifer said before the waiter came back and we went on our way.

I took her to this little ice cream parlour, and we ordered some different flavours before taking a walk around the city.

“So… me, my mess,” I said as we walked side by side. “I’m divorced. She left me to be with the ‘one.’ And I’ve been in a real pickle ever since. I can’t seem to have anything serious with anyone and I’ve got a no strings attached relationship with someone at the moment who just asked me to be her sperm donor. Think you can top that?”

Without so much as a flinch, Jennifer licked her ice cream and shrug slightly.

“I’ve had a few failed relationships. I was involved with a couple for a while as their unicorn… I was like a trophy, and she got a bit too clingy. So that didn’t end well. I had one guy who turned out to be a drug dealer. One guy who liked having sex in public places and one that liked being a baby. I realised that they were all a little too out there for my tastes. The last guy was obsessed with me, which was scary, but I ended that quickly… And I’m not even going to go near all the guys that hit on me regularly. So boring,” Jennifer said as if it was all just a casual conversation between two hold friends.

I guess thinking about it, it is a casual conversation. I laughed and she looked at me.

“Sounds a bit like my life, without the man baby,” I said causing her to laugh with me.

“That’s true… a grown man acting like a baby and needing to be nursed… umm, no thank you,” Jennifer said as we walked back to my car.

“I take it you want someone to take care of you,” I said as I opened the door for her.

“Sometimes,” Jennifer said with a smirk before getting in and letting me close the door. I quickly made my way to the driver’s side and got in.

“Good to know, so,” I said starting the car and looking at her. “Where to now?”

“My place,” Jennifer said sweetly.

“I can do that,” I said as we headed off. In no time we were at her place, and I was walking her to the front door. “So…”

I was about to say goodnight, figuring this was the end when she grabbed my hand, gave me a look, and then walked me into her building.

“Drink?” Jennifer asked as we approached her door.

“Ah, yeah, that’d be great,” I replied while she unlocked and let us inside.

She got me that drink, had one herself all the while keeping her gaze on me. It as almost like a game of cat and mouse, where she’d take sip, I’d take a sip and then she’d stare at me with those gorgeous eyes. I figured I’d wait since she invited me inside. It was almost like she was trying to find the right words, having opened her mouth to say something a couple of times before deciding not to. I put my drink down when she moved closer to me and put her hand on my chest. Jennifer put her glass down as well before she spoke.

“You’re a decent man, Ron. I’ve known that for a long time and to help someone out with a big request, such as a baby. That takes guts. You’re brave and strong and I really want to take you to bed right now,” Jennifer said firmly looking in my eyes. I nearly cracked a boner from her stare.

“So, I didn’t scare you off?” I asked in disbelief. She simply shook her head.

“You’ve made me like you more,” Jennifer replied taking my hand and gently pulling me to her bedroom.

“Ah, is this a good idea? I mean, first date and all?” I asked concerned I was just going down the same path as before and I knew I didn’t want that. I want something different this time. “Don’t you want to take it slow?”

She looked at me with a smile.

“Ron, believe me, I don’t do this on the first date. But, if I am being honest, there is just something about you,” Jennifer said unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper. “I think it’s time I did something different and with a guy who is different that I really like. Please, throw caution to the wind with me?”

It was becoming clear she was just like me. Wanting a different outcome for once and to do that, she had to change up how she approached relationships. I watched as she peeled off her jeans and stood there in the tiniest black thong I have ever seen, her hips round and sexy, her skin smooth. I looked up at her and she had a wild look about her while she pulled her shirt off over her head and then unhooked her bra, exposing her lovely perky breasts and dark nipples to me. I think somewhere in there I had automatically started removing my clothes because suddenly I felt her body against mine as we kissed. She felt sublime against me and before I could pull her to me, she pulled away, turned, and then slipped that skimpy thong down her shapely legs, looking back at me as I ogled her naked body.

“Consider caution thrown,” I said shoving my briefs down and kicking them off. She giggled and then gasped when she saw my erection.

Turning quickly, she practically pounced on me, proving there was no shyness where she was concerned, grabbing my hard cock, and slowly stroking it while leading me closer to the bed. She slid back onto the bed, spreading her legs, and showing off her hairless body. Jennifer was magnificent. Coaxing me onto her bed, I followed and kissed her as we shifted up the bed and eventually stopped as I laid down on top of her.

“I definitely think this is the start of a beautiful relationship,” Jennifer said before rolling us over with her on top and straddling me. “You are gorgeous Ron…”

“You can talk,” I said running my hands up her sides and causing her to growl sexily. She began to grind her pussy up and down my shaft, leaking her wonderful juices all over me. There were a few moments when I could feel the tip of my cock almost enter her, but she quickly shifted and then moaned each time her tiny clitoris ground down on me.

Before I could ask, Jennifer leaned over to her bed side table, opened the drawer, and fished out a condom. Opening it with her teeth, her eyes locked onto mine, she pulled the rubber and sheathed me in it. Seeing this as a playful interaction, I then took the lead when she held the base of my cock and flipped us over, her on her back and me on top once more. I earned myself a sumptuous kiss from my lover for that little manoeuvre.

With the condom on, I looked at her and wondered how this happened so quick, but Jennifer took my attention when she lined me up with one hand and placed her other hand on my hip pulling me into her. The word tight is an understatement. We both moaned through clenched teeth as I entered her.

“Holy shit, Jen,” I said pulling back and then pushing back into her. She groaned and bit her bottom lip before looking up at me. We had both been staring at our bodies joining together.

“Damn right, Ron… fuck, so good,” Jennifer said inhaling sharply and pulling me into her harder. “You’ve got a lovely cock… just wish I could feel it without the condom…”

“I know, I wasn’t expecting this… if we get tested, we can play bareback,” I said which made her moan happily and smile at me.

“Fuck I’d love that… then you can come deep in me,” Jennifer said before moaning when I finally bottomed out in her. “I’m going to make an appointment first thing tomorrow, because I already know, I need you in me again.”

“Yeah?”

I have to say I was only half listening because I was taken by how good it felt.

“Yes. I need you to stretch me out Ron… use me, so no one else will want me… oh god,” Jennifer said when I found her tiny clit with my fingers. Her breathing was ragged and her body tense. “Oh god, claim this pussy as yours. Oh god, Ron. Don’t stop!”

Well, what can I say? I did what I could. We tried a few different positions until she orgasmed a couple of times and I filled two condoms. Yep, no superhero here that can come multiple times and go for hours on end. I think we were done in about an hour, showering together and sitting together on the bed as I recovered enough energy to drive home. Throughout it all, I had to wonder where someone like Jennifer had been the last couple of years. It was clear we had a connection and there was a depth to her that was alluring. We had spoken about my relationships, and it didn’t seem to faze her. I was definitely curious to see if this went anywhere and she was as well.

Little did I know just how kinky Jennifer was, she reminded me of Gabriella with her openness and different view on relationships. Perhaps she was the free spirit he was looking for. Could she be the one?

Chapter 9

I can’t begin to explain the blur that has been my life in the last week. Jennifer had knocked me out of the park with how wonderful she had been, and we had spent every day getting to know each other better. The one request that we both had was to be honest with each other and while I was uncomfortable with it, I appreciated knowing where I stood and so did Jennifer.

Work was particularly boring until I felt that unmistakable vibration in my pocket. Yes, my phone buzzed with a message, and I quickly fished it out, opening the message to see what was sent. It was Jennifer.

“My test results came back all clear,” Jennifer said with a kiss emoji.

Then it hit me, I hadn’t told her about my all-clear test either.

“Mine too. Too bad we’ll have to wait to see each other,” I said in text back to her. I put my phone down thinking it would probably be tomorrow before we could catch up since I was seeing Angela again tonight.

Then another text came through. I looked at it and immediately felt my heart thump hard. There was a picture, from Jennifer, of her wet pussy. Then some text came in right underneath, and it read:

“Did you see Angela last night?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” I responded, given she was aware of that too. Still, I played along.

“That’s hot,” Jennifer said in her typed response. Before I could answer another picture came through of Jennifer spreading her wet pussy and I felt an instantaneous erection hit me. There was no way I could leave my desk now. I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. She knew what she was doing, and I wanted to play with her a bit, play hard to get. So, I came up with a good response.

“What’s hotter is a full-frontal nude right now. I thought I’d get that at least,” I said typing it back in and sending. I was a little nervous and felt my erection wane as I got nothing back. Shit, maybe I had gone too far.

I put my phone down on the desk, resigned to the fact that I had probably just blown it and focused back on my computer screen. Then the phone buzzed again on my desk. I opened the message and my heart leapt in my chest. There was a picture of Jennifer completely naked, her face a mixture of sex and sultriness and her whole naked body on display. Fuck! I was about to type a reply when she sent through another message.

“How quickly can you get to the seventh-floor bathroom in the south-west corner. I need you to fill me full of cum,” Jennifer said in her text.

Do you think I hesitated? Not on your life. I dropped my phone on the desk and left in a whirlwind. I hit the elevator, anxiously tapped my foot thinking the damn thing was taking an eternity and when it finally arrived, thankfully empty, I adjusted myself with my hand in my pocket holding my erection and hit the button for the seventh floor. Yeah, it was a mouthful and Jennifer was going to get exactly that. Fuck, why was the elevator taking so long to go up two floors?

The ding almost made me blow in my pants, the anticipation that I was about to have Jennifer at work was killing me. I rushed around, smiling at the people that looked at me and gave a few nods and then found the accessible female toilet and tried the handle. I looked around when the door wouldn’t open and then gave a quiet knock. I felt a hand reach my shirt and pull me inside, the door closing quickly behind me and then I was pushed up against it.

Jennifer had her lips on my mine and was softly moaning as she worked to get my pants off. Did I mention she was completely naked? When she finally came up for air, my pants were undone and she pulled them down, with my underwear until they were off. God, she looked good naked especially when she squatted down and then stood up again. She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.

“To know you fucked Angela last night, turns me on so much,” Jennifer said before licking my ear and pulling me towards the sink. She gripped the edge and bent over, looking back at me in the mirror. “I won’t last long, but whatever you do, don’t pull out. Just keep going.”

Not one to disappoint, I slipped my cock up and down her dripping slit and then gripped one side of her hips while I used my other hand to guide myself into her hot womanhood. She took in a sharp breath as I pushed forward and then she pushed back, taking me in to the hilt. I was about ready to explode, but held off as hard as I could to at least get a few strokes in. Feeling her bare for the first time was magical. I felt her gripping me and her body start to shudder as I began to stroke in and out. True to her word, as I had only began pumping her, Jennifer began to buck and shake before silently screaming and gushing all over me. She tried to hold onto the sink but started to buckle as her orgasm tore through her body.

I hooked an arm under her waist, holding her up as I was buried deep inside and rode out her orgasm. She finally started breathing again, heavily and her half-lidded eyes looked at me before that dreamy smile took hold. She nodded and I took that as my cue to resume fucking her. Thankfully, I got a few more strokes in before the pent-up sexual energy got the better of me and I began unloading deep inside Jennifer.

Finally, I slumped over her slightly catching my breath before she took my hand, kissed it, and then looked at me with a wonderful smile in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” I said as softly as I could. We didn’t want to get caught like this, not at work.

I slowly extricated myself from Jennifer and she turned, bending over to lick my cock and kiss the tip. She then grabbed her phone and took a photo of her well used pussy and then one of her in the mirror, again completely naked.

“Umm, maybe I should be out of shot,” I said as I grabbed my pants.

“It’s okay, I’ve blurred it all out,” Jennifer said tapping away on her phone before stopping and looking up. “Sorry, I should have told you. I post nude pictures online. Turns me on…”

“Right. Maybe you can send me the web address then,” I said trying not to sound too eager to see her naked photo collection. Remember, I’m no hero.

“Done,” Jennifer said with a cheeky smirk before putting her phone down.

“Thanks.”

I mean, what else could I say?

“Do you have plans for this evening?” Jennifer asked before she grabbed her clothes and began to dress. Not even a hesitation to clean herself up and she was pulling on her pants. I think I was falling for this woman already. The quiet, shy woman was a closet freak.

“Umm, yeah, Angela wants to keep trying while she’s fertile,” I replied as we got dressed as quietly as possible.

“God, to be a fly on the wall,” Jennifer said straightening herself out. She had the freshly fucked glow, but still looked like the usual, Jennifer from work. “Well, if she doesn’t come. Let me know, I’d love a repeat.”

“Can do,” I said before she came up and gave me a lovely kiss on the lips.

“Or perhaps you can just fuck me afterwards,” Jennifer said which caused my loins to stir again. “I’d love that.”

“Really?” I asked to which she nodded and pecked me on the lips again.

“Oh god yes. My pussy aches for your well used cock. You just laid claim to it. Perhaps you need to claim my ass next?” Jennifer said with a giggle before she opened the door, winked, and disappeared.

Fuck, I’ve just blown a load, feel like I’m getting hard again and wanting to drag Jennifer back in here for round two. I shouldn’t be thinking that way. She could definitely be the one, right?

Chapter 10

I had made a commitment to Angela to be her sperm donor. I know, clinical words for something that was going to happen naturally. Yes, I was going to inseminate Angela but not artificially in the least. Now that we had officially agreed to start trying, I wanted to kick things off with a bit more of an experience than just wham-bam-thankyou-ma’am. That’s what I told myself anyway. Ever since Mei Ling, I wished I had done things differently. This was my second try at doing just that. We were trying to create life and there was nothing business-like about it like Mei Ling.

I had asked Angela to shower in the main bathroom as I got ready in the master bedroom and bathroom. I slipped on a nice robe, yeah, I know, going all Hugh Hefner here and I had left a robe for her in the main bathroom. When she came back, I was waiting in the hallway outside the master bedroom, and she was smiling happily. There was a little nervousness there, but she looked beautiful wearing the robe and nothing else.

“Hey,” Angela said coming up and kissing my softly. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t be,” I said gently rubbing her upper arms to comfort her. She was searching my eyes and I simply raised my eyebrows suggestively which made her smile. “Now, I want you to turn towards the bedroom door and close your eyes.”

“Why?” Angela asked softly before she felt my hands on her hips from behind. I kissed the back of her head and then moved to check her eyes were closed. When she noticed me she closed them and smirked.

I opened the bedroom door and then slowly walked her forward two steps.

“Keep them closed just a minute longer,” I said reaching around and untying her robe. I pulled it from her shoulders, and she let it fall to the floor without hesitation. I removed my robe the same way and then kissed the nape of her neck and then down her shoulder before kissing the side of her neck and causing her to gasp. “Open your eyes.”

I felt her tremble when she laid eyes on the bedroom. I had placed some lit candles around the room, had made the bed up with silk sheets and big comfy pillows, just in case. She turned to look at me and I could see tears in those beautiful eyes.

“Ron…”

“I know, me too,” I said pulling her to me and kissing her softly. “I figured we should make this special… after all we are trying to make a life, right?”

She looked up at me, her arms around my neck and she nodded through tears. I could tell she was choked up and just held her warm body against mine until she calmed down. I took her hand and graciously led her to the bed, helping her slip on and move to the middle where she got comfortable.

“This is so nice,” Angela said opening her legs and holding her arms out for me.

“Yes, it is,” I said moving on top and into her arms. She pulled me in for a passionate kiss and it was unlike anything we had shared before. Finally, she let me go and just stared into my eyes. They were singing and dancing happy tunes, let me tell you. “You’ll be calling in sick tomorrow.”

“Will I?” Angela asked meekly, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, you will… you’re mine tonight… and tomorrow,” I replied with a smile causing her to smile and we then kissed again.

“Only tonight and tomorrow?” Angela asked shyly. “Maybe you could put a case forward tonight to change that?”

“I might put up a good defence,” I replied making her smile brightly. “Or offence… whichever works.”

“Offence please,” Angela said kissing me.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I asked grabbing her wonderful rear and squeezing slightly. That made her purr and whimper.

“So much,” Angela said softly. I could feel and hear the lust pouring out of her.

Those were the last words said between us for a while as I sensually caressed, licked, kissed, and sucked her body.

By the end of the night, I had Angela’s legs pushed back to her shoulders and I was pounding down into her with all that was left of my energy. She seemed to be mesmerised by it all, willing me to continue doing that to her until we collapsed into a heap in each other’s arms. I don’t know what time it was, probably early compared to so many alpha studs out there, but I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. In the morning we did it again just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of trick the night before.

Chapter 11

When Angela found out she was pregnant, she seemed hornier and had commented as such. But at the same time, she seemed more distant. Ever since we made it a point to get her pregnant, our sex life turned into one of me holding her down and pumping her through an orgasm until I had my own. She seemed to relish those times, cooing softly after each round, and holding her knees up to keep my semen inside her. She would coax me over to clean my cock up with her mouth and then sometimes snuggle next to me for a while if she had to go home. A couple of months into her pregnancy though, things seemed different. I was out running with Rhonda again and seeking her advice.

“I’m not sure what to do. I’ve asked Angela but she just shakes her head and kisses me,” I said looking at Rhonda. “She seems so quiet now. I’m not sure if the hormones have done that or not.”

“I can talk to her if you like?” Rhonda replied as a matter of fact. Yep, that was my best friend. Nothing was ever too much trouble.

“Oh, I don’t know. I mean, shit, what would she say? I don’t want to hurt her,” I said but Rhonda just shook her head.

“You won’t. Let me do some girl-on-girl talk… see what I learn,” Rhonda said with a smile. Perhaps that was exactly what I needed. Angela meant more to me than I realised when I agreed to that. Fuck, is this what they talked about when saying you catch feelings?

“Okay.”

What else could I say? We continued our run, and I knew Rhonda would have it in hand. I hoped.

Chapter 12

I felt like my relationship with Angela was changing and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Letting Rhonda talk with her hadn’t changed anything so far, but I knew I should give it time. In some ways I felt odd given I was seeing Jennifer too. But then again everything was feeling strange at the moment. Let me explain. Things had been going well with Jennifer and yet it was weird that I had this bad feeling about everything. I mean we got on like a house on fire, fucked like rabbits and had a great time together, yet there was something odd about it all. I honestly didn’t mind the nude photos she posted online, or the way she’d work hard and come home for an intense sex session without much pillow talk. But there was something I couldn’t put my finger on.

This time, Jennifer had looked at me with almost sad eyes before stripping off and jumping me. I know, I know, let’s see how much you can resist a naked woman who wants to fuck you. Anyway, it was different to all the other times with Jennifer especially since she was taking the lead.

I have never had a woman fuck me as hard as Jennifer just has. The way she slammed herself down into me, almost screeching each time she slammed into my pelvis as I grunted. She was soaking wet, and the intense way she bore a hole through my head while staring at me was centre-of-the-sun, hot. I knew I’d be icing my balls and sitting down carefully for a while, because I’ve never had such an ache in my groin as I do right now. It was like Jennifer was possessed, trying to get as much of my cock deep inside her with each thrust, and focused on the end goal of a tremendous orgasm. It would be her second of the evening and thankfully because of the pain she was inflicting on me, my second orgasm was being held back. Sorry ladies, I’m not into bondage or pain.

“Fuck!” Jennifer said in a mix between a growl and a scream. I watched as the veins in her neck burst forward and her body stiffen at the last moment when she slammed down and exploded. The longer she stayed tense, the more her veins appeared and finally she began to shake, with it growing in intensity before she heaved in a deep breath and bucked like wild bronco.

“Fuck me!” I said holding on for dear life as Jennifer went wild. It took a few more moments before she finally collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap, heaving for breath while recovering.

After a few moments I gently rolled us over and continued to slide in and out of her, but slower and gentler. She looked into my eyes, and we kissed. It must have been the angle or something because the longer we kissed the more I felt my orgasm building and then as if she sensed it, Jennifer bore right into my soul with her eyes, and I unloaded. There was no grunting, moaning, or screaming it was actually quite serene. Her hands just held the sides of my head, her fingers in my hair and we just stared at each other in coital bliss.

It took me a minute to realise I was there on top of her and when it hit, I started to breathe heavily, filling my lungs with air to try and recover. A quick peck on the lips, a wan smile from Jennifer and I rolled to the side ready for our after-romp enjoyment, but I knew I was being too hopeful. It was there on the tip of my tongue, but I held it in.

Unusually, Jennifer got up, grabbed her clothes, and started dressing. Not the usual snuggle and relax after such an intense workout.

“I should be going,” Jennifer said politely. “I’ve got a lot to do.”

There was a finality surrounding it all, like this was our last time together and we had put extra effort into it. The way Jennifer looked lost or would not look at me like she used to, I just up and blurted it out. It had been waiting to come out for a while.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” I asked now that the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Jennifer slowly turned and nodded.

“I’ve been given a promotion,” Jennifer replied softly. “I’m to head up the southeast Asia marketing team in Japan.”

“Japan?” I asked with surprise.

“I’m sorry, but it’s a promotion I’ve been working towards,” Jennifer replied sincerely. “I’ve loved every minute of what we’ve done together. I just need to go and do this for a little while before settling down.”

“No, I get it. It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. Now I know why our session was so intense. It was goodbye sex.

“Ron, you don’t,” Jennifer said taking my hand. I didn’t want her to touch me, but it felt good at the same time. “You know I like taking risks… you know I also like to go with the flow, how things feel. So, I said to myself that if I got pregnant before the promotion, I wouldn’t go. I’d stay here and have lots of babies with you.”

“So, this was a game then?” I asked in disbelief, but she shook her head.

“No. I knew that if I stayed, I’d regret not going. I know I’ve hurt you, but… I’m sorry,” Jennifer replied sadly. “It’s not how I intended things to go, and I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. Just know I do care about you, and I hope we can pick things up in the future.”

“Jen…”

“Ronald, please. I’m going away for a while. You’ve got Angela and even Rhonda. I’m going alone and I’ll be alone the whole time, I promise you that,” Jennifer said looking at me with hopeful eyes.

“I can’t ask you to do that. That’s not fair,” I said but she smiled.

“It is to me. It’s my punishment for telling you like this,” Jennifer said firmly. “Please believe me when I say I was hoping to be pregnant by you, but I wasn’t, so, I’m going in the other direction. I have to do this; please tell me you understand?”

In the most strange and surreal way, I did. But I didn’t fucking like it.

“I understand,” I said with a forced smile. I tried to put her at ease, but I don’t think she was buying it. “I know you need to do this; just remember I care for you too.”

“Thank you,” Jennifer said kissing me.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for everything. I’ve had the best time,” I said as we said our goodbyes. I’m not going to lie; I was a little heartbroken and I know what people would say. I had another woman I was having sex with, and Jennifer and I never made a commitment, so why should I feel this way? Simple. I thought we were going to make a bigger commitment after the last couple of months, not break up. I guess my life was going to be that way going forward. Wasn’t it?

It would be the last time I see Jennifer for a long while.

Chapter 13

I had told Rhonda what happened. Shit we tell each other everything, so this was nothing new in that department. I wasn’t sure though if Rhonda was surprised or relieved, there was an odd mixture of emotions on her face after I told her. But as usual, she just smiled a reassuring smile at me. We were about to go for our run and there she stood in my kitchen, decked out in her running gear, and looking as amazing as ever.

“It’s going to be okay,” Rhonda said calmly.

“Yeah, I know, it’s just,” I said stopping while I sighed. “It’s just that everyone keeps leaving. I, ah, I don’t know. I thought she was different.”

“She was, but she doesn’t deserve you,” Rhonda said stroking my upper arm. Yeah, it was comforting.

“I don’t know what I deserve,” I said shaking my head. The hug she wrapped me in was a surprise. It felt good I must admit, to have someone care enough about you to hold you and comfort you. Even if they are only a friend. Shit, Eamon was nowhere to be found. He seemed to be tied up all the time.

“We all deserve happiness,” Rhonda said pulling back from me and staying close for a moment.

“Yeah, true,” I said looking at her. Her eyes were kind. “You know I’ve only got you.”

She smiled.

“Ha! You’ve got Angie too,” Rhonda said warmly. True, but things had changed.

“I do, I guess. But look at you, you’ve got three guys,” I said trying to shift the focus a bit and get her to see how wanted she was, but instead she shook her head.

“No. Only Tony is still around,” Rhonda said with a shrug. “I told you no one wants me. I’m the same as you, they couldn’t handle me.”

“Wimps,” I said which made her chuckle.

“Yeah, something like that,” Rhonda said smiling brightly. She took my hand and led me towards the front of the house. “How about we go for that run? Might clear our heads.”

“Good idea,” I said. I have to say it helped. Getting out and getting moving always helps. I don’t know why, but when I go running with Rhonda it always makes my day better. It was going to take me a little time to get over Jennifer, but I knew I could make it. Plus, I get to run next to a pretty lady that looks incredible in black running shorts and a tight singlet top. What? I’m still a red-blooded male.

Chapter 14

It would be nice to say that things got better, but they didn’t. Yeah, Jennifer left and I was feeling rather put out about it. Maybe I had a broken heart, but I don’t know. I still went to work; Angela’s baby bump was growing each day and Rhonda and I still went running. That was the one constant, Rhonda and me. I saw Lucy and William about once a week, hanging out with my son and watching him grow. I think William took after his mother because he was so smart and such a sweet kid. Rhonda liked seeing them too and would often play with my son as well.

Angela was still coming around for sex, but it slowed down to once or maybe twice a week, and yes, we worked out the logistics as she grew but I could tell she was more distant now. I mean, she reciprocated when we had sex and seemed passionate like always but once we were done, she got up and was gone. I was putting it down to hormones, but Rhonda told me it was something else. The girl-on-girl talk hadn’t really brought to the surface what was going on other than to give her time, and that it wasn’t my fault. Yeah, sure, bit hard to feel otherwise.

You don’t expect it to happen to you and you think that it only happens in the movies or books but there I was putting groceries in my car when I saw her. I was at the mega shopping centre downtown where their slogan was ‘if they didn’t have it, it probably wasn’t worth stocking’. I mean it’s a stupid slogan given the shopping centre had such a large variety of shops, not just two supermarkets. Anyway, I was in the car park when I saw Angela hand in hand with a slick looking black guy. He was wearing an expensive suit, gold chains, those expensive leather shoes and a smile that gleamed in the sunlight. Yeah, we were underground, but the sun still gave lens flair from his pearly whites.

They walked to her car where they stopped, kissed each other with his hand snaking down to her ass and giving it a squeeze. I saw her bite her bottom lip, all while his other hand rubbed her belly. That was my baby! I know I shouldn’t be this way, after all I was just her sperm donor, but I figured we had a good relationship. She never told me she was seeing anyone else and now this! I pulled out my phone, shot off a quick text to her and took a photo of them to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I mean, she’s a lawyer and could argue her way out of it so I needed proof.

Feeling more deflated as the moments passed, I decided I needed to go home. I was about to get in my car when I glanced in her direction, our eyes met and I saw her face drop. Her hand came to her mouth and I saw her phone was in hand. Yeah, I asked her if he was a good lover. I just got in my car and left. No, I didn’t scream off with my wheels spinning, making the engine of my car roar like a prized muscle car, or drive like a bat out of hell to get home. And no it wasn’t some Mustang or Camaro or other muscle car with so many superfluous details that you got bored reading about it. Yeah, I was hurt and I was a little angry but I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less. After all, she had admitted she was terrible at relationships. Why did I think ours would be any different?

I got home, unloaded the car and was starting to put things away when I heard a knock at the front door. I went and opened the door to find Angela throwing herself into my arms and hugging me tightly.

“I’m sorry,” Angela said into my chest.

I let out a sigh and peeled her off me, looking down at her.

“We’re not married and I don’t care,” I said feeling the pit of anger and hurt opening up further inside me. Be fucked if I was going to let her see it though.

“He’s just one of the partners from work,” Angela said but I put my hand up to silence her.

“Good for you. You got what you wanted, and I expect you to honour the contract,” I said bluntly which made her eyes well up. I wasn’t expecting that, not from this usually stoic lawyer. “Let’s be honest, it was fun while it lasted. But you knew all that time ago and I should have listened. It’s my fault.”

“No, Ronny! Please, it’s not. It’s mine. I just have this thing that when things get too serious, I do this, that’s all,” Angela said almost pleading with me.

It took me a few moments to compose my thoughts. I was getting steamed, but I wanted her gone and fast. The only problem was I was having a child with her and I wanted to be in the child’s life. Fuck it!

“Okay. Look, get some professional help. Work through it and find out why before you fuck up with this new guy. Do it for our baby, please,” I said as I struggled to contain my anger. I think she saw the crack start to show and backed up slightly.

“I’m sorry Ronny, I really am, I should have said something a while ago,” Angela said wiping away the tears.

“It’s fine, just go. If you need me to be at the hospital,” I said but saw her flinch. I knew what it meant. “Okay, just let me know when the baby is born. If that guy wants to play father, then let me know, okay?”

“It’s not like that,” Angela said composing herself. “He can’t have children but wants to be there.”

“How convenient,” I said shaking my head. “He’s rich too, right? Unlike me?” Now that had ripped the crack open. “Okay, that’s it. Fuck off and don’t come back!”

“Ronny, please!” Angela said pleading with me.

“No. No. Just no,” I said shaking my head. “Get out of here before I say or do something very stupid. I cared for you and this is how it turns out for me. My life, me… Ronald James Mason, the instigator of everyone else’s happily ever after. Well no thank you. Go and live your best life and leave me alone. I wasn’t expecting marriage, but I had hoped to have our child and you in my life. Not like this. Please, Angela if you care for me at all, even in one strand of your hair, just leave. Okay?”

I was shaking like a leaf and she could see the anguish written all over me. She looked mortified and sad. With a final nod, she turned and slowly walked away. I wasn’t meaning to, but I slammed the door so hard even I jumped. I reckon it would have nearly made her water’s break. I was surprised I didn’t smash the door. I headed for the living room, found the couch, and slumped down onto it while I stared out the back of the house and into the yard. I must have been off with the fairies because the next thing I know, I have a warm hand on my shoulder and I see Rhonda staring down at me with a sad look on her face.

“She told me,” Rhonda said before moving down in front of me, kneeling on the floor and taking my hand. “Are you okay?”

I just shrugged. What do you say to a question like that?

“I know I’m no prize and we weren’t married but this is a little fucked up, don’t you think?” I asked with obvious bitterness in my voice.

“Yeah, it is. She’s got a commitment problem. Angela told me that,” Rhonda replied politely and with a tinge of anger also. I looked at her and could tell she meant it. She is an exceptional friend. “She’s going to seek help.”

“Good for her,” I said almost sarcastically. Like I cared. “I just hoped… you know. No one seems to stay around. I have relationships that seem to go somewhere and then stop. So, I thought this one would be different. I mean, it’s been what, four years since we started seeing each other. Apart from my relationship with you, it’s the longest I’ve had with a member of the opposite sex since my ex-wife. I figured we could make it work. No commitment, but we would have a family… that sort of thing.”

“You’re a great guy Ronny,” Rhonda said stroking my hand.

“No I’m not. I’m no hero,” I said shaking my head and giving out a false laugh.

“You are to me,” Rhonda said warmly. “Want me to stay tonight?”

I looked at her and could see something in her eyes. It was something different, but I was feeling hurt and angry. The last thing I wanted was her around, she was just too good for me. I had to push her away.

“You live next door… seriously… If you do that, I’ll fuck you, use you and I’ll end up hurting you… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said which made her squeeze my hand.

“Maybe that’s what you need to do, fuck me,” Rhonda said playing my own game. She always seemed to be on my wavelength. Fuck it, I was going to drive her off once and for all. Who needs women, right?

“No. You said it wouldn’t happen and if you’d stay, I’d do things to you that would be considered illegal, fuck you up real good. You’d never speak to me again,” I said pulling my hand away but she held on and pulled it back to her.

“So, then fuck me up real good,” Rhonda said which lit something inside me. Something I wasn’t sure about. I stood up and tried to get away but she held my hand, standing up with me. “Fuck me Ronald. Fuck the shit out of me!”

“What is wrong with you? Are you insane? I’ll hurt you, you’ll be bruised, bleeding and aching all over. I can’t do that to you. No, Rhonda. If you stay, I’ll rip your clothes off and hold you down as I take all my anger out on you,” I said shaking my head and finally getting my hand free. I turned to walk away but Rhonda kept on going. Fuck I was getting angry.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I like it rough? That maybe I’ve said I’m no good to you because I didn’t think you could handle me?” Rhonda asked with an edge to her voice that made me turn and look back at her. “I can’t have children or give you that… stuff, but I love rough and messy sex. Being fucked, being used like a set of holes. I get pleasure when men use me. I’m a depraved slut, always horny and begging to be used. When I get that itch scratched, it’s incredible and I like to be defiled. So, yeah, I’m messed up, but you couldn’t do anything to me that I wouldn’t love. So do it. Do your worst, fuck me and show me what I’ve been missing all these years!”

“You’re lying,” I said my shock mixed with anger. I was on the edge.

“I’m not. Ring Tony and ask him,” Rhonda said pulling her phone out of her waist band of her shorts. “He can’t keep up.”

“You don’t want this,” I said angrily.

“I do! Take me Ronny, take me and make me yours,” Rhonda said throwing her phone on the couch. “Show me my place. As your depraved, deviant, dirty slut. I’ll keep you so happy you’ll forget about the little lawyer bitch. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars. Come on Ronny, take what’s rightfully yours!”

It was a good speech and something must have gotten through because I grabbed her shirt and ripped it. We were then kissing, her moaning and growling as I pawed her body. I ripped her shirt off, causing her to gasp before I went for her bra. Fuck her tits are wonderful. Big nipples, big areolae, with a lovely dark pink colour that compliment her big round tits perfectly. The bra lefts marks on her body as I ripped it from her, taking a bit of pulling to get it off but she just moaned before her nostrils flared and she attacked me. Her nails scratched at me, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while stuffing my tongue down her throat.

I can’t give you all the details because it was a bit hazy, but I threw her down on the couch, grabbed her shorts and pulled them off her legs. I threw them away, put one hand on her stomach to hold her down while I ripped her thong off her body. Rhonda gasped and moaned as I threw the torn undergarment away and then shoved my fingers into her sopping wet hole. That made me stop and look down at my fingers in her smooth, sopping slit.

“You weren’t kidding, you’re soaking wet,” I said looking up at her. Rhonda’s eyes were smouldering and she seemed to be half with me and half somewhere else.

“I told you what I am, now stop playing with me,” Rhonda said almost with a possessed tone.

That’s what I did. I fucked her. Hard. On the couch, over the couch, on the floor, the kitchen counter, up against the wall and even outside over the planter box and on the lawn. We just didn’t stop. I slapped her ass, her thighs, her tits and even her face. She slapped me and I just kept ramming my rock-hard cock into her over and over again. At one point I used her torn thong, wrapping it around her throat as we fucked, which only incensed her more. She seemed to shudder every time I pulled it tighter.

Not long after that, we were outside fucking when I dragged her back into the house by her hair, which sent her wild. I dragged her all the way into the kitchen before I pulled the butter out of the fridge and used it on her ass. She just hissed at me over her shoulder before I shoved my cock into her buttery snug asshole. I fucked every hole and she even fucked my cock with her mouth and ass a few times while I stood still. It was deviant alright and we didn’t stop until we were both spent. We both had marks on us, her pussy was leaking my semen and her ass was barely gaping after I dropped a load in there too. I slapped her ass and told her she was a good slut to which she just smiled and laid down between my legs. We were sweaty, tired and lying on the couch utterly fucked. Rhonda’s hair was matted and she was laying on my half hard cock, her face nuzzling it. I just looked down at her and thought I’d do her again, not caring if she minded or not. Yeah, I’m know what you’re thinking.